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            For nine months, Nash and I read Dickens together. I paused to look at it. 'We'll ask him to come here tomorrow. I saw the red wine on the marble.

            I have to remember all this when I think of her. 'I had never even heard the story of Rebecca, and wouldn't for many years. Perhaps five or more minutes. I could see her, with her long full black hair, yet in a male's tunic, running through the narrow stone streets, banging on doors, grabbing people by the shoulders.